The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with CuttsJacob Tonson at Shakespear's-head over-against Catherine-Street in the Strand, 1714 |
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... Blood ? Henry is dead , and never shall revive : Upon a wooden Coffin we attend ; And Death's dishonourable Victory , We with our ftately Prefence glorifie , Like Captives bound to a Triumphant Car . What ? fhall we curfe the Planets of ...
... Blood ? Henry is dead , and never shall revive : Upon a wooden Coffin we attend ; And Death's dishonourable Victory , We with our ftately Prefence glorifie , Like Captives bound to a Triumphant Car . What ? fhall we curfe the Planets of ...
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... blood I will have for this day's Work . Mayor I'll call for Clubs , if you will not away ; This Cardinal is more haughty than the Devil , Glo . Mayor , farewel : Thou doft but what thou may'ft . Wm . Abominable Glofter , guard thy Head ...
... blood I will have for this day's Work . Mayor I'll call for Clubs , if you will not away ; This Cardinal is more haughty than the Devil , Glo . Mayor , farewel : Thou doft but what thou may'ft . Wm . Abominable Glofter , guard thy Head ...
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... Blood will I draw on thee , thou art a Witch , And ftraightway give thy Soul to him thou ferv'ft . Pucel . Come , come , ' tis only I that must disgrace thee . [ They fight . Tal . Heavens , can you fuffer Hell fo to prevail ? My Breaft ...
... Blood will I draw on thee , thou art a Witch , And ftraightway give thy Soul to him thou ferv'ft . Pucel . Come , come , ' tis only I that must disgrace thee . [ They fight . Tal . Heavens , can you fuffer Hell fo to prevail ? My Breaft ...
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... Blood was drawn from him , There hath at least five Frenchmen dy'd to Night . And that hereafter Ages may behold What Ruin happen'd in revenge of him , Within the chiefeft Temple I'll erect A Tomb , wherein his Corps fhall be interr'd ...
... Blood was drawn from him , There hath at least five Frenchmen dy'd to Night . And that hereafter Ages may behold What Ruin happen'd in revenge of him , Within the chiefeft Temple I'll erect A Tomb , wherein his Corps fhall be interr'd ...
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... be he ; then art thou Prisoner . Tal . Prifoner ? to whom ? Count . To me , Blood - thirfty Lord : And for that cause I train'd thee to my Houfe . Long Long time thy Shadow hath been thrall to me , 204 The First Part of.
... be he ; then art thou Prisoner . Tal . Prifoner ? to whom ? Count . To me , Blood - thirfty Lord : And for that cause I train'd thee to my Houfe . Long Long time thy Shadow hath been thrall to me , 204 The First Part of.
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;– In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1709 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;– In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1709 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;– In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd ..., 4 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1714 |
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375 psl. - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
375 psl. - O God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run...
376 psl. - ... treachery? O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth! And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
375 psl. - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes! it doth; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His...